In the peak of summer, scorching July.
Tonglin Road.
Shengjing District.
A small truck was parked under the building in section A, with Qin Guanglin standing beside it, catching his breath, drenched in sweat.
"Slow down, slow down... be gentle with this."
"I'll take that, I'll do it."
After living on South Fly Road for two years, their belongings had grown from nothing to something, from few to many, until they moved and Qin Guanglin and He Fang realized they had accumulated too much over the two years.
Without realizing it, they had come to think of that place not just as a temporary residence, but as a complete home.
Seeing two movers take the oven and small desk, he went over to pick up the flower pot and storage box from the floor and followed them into the elevator.
Despite it being just the third floor, moving is such a task that you'd take the elevator even if it were just the second floor—it's too exhausting to climb.
